But he did not manage to light his lamp (I don't think he even tried), though in the morning as usual he was the first on deck, bull-necked, curly-headed, watching the hands turn-to with his sardonic expression and unflinching gaze.
As I watched his burly, bull-necked figure walk away up the street, I wondered with a sinking heart whether he had much more than the price of a night's lodging in his pocket.
His great estates in Uziri had claimed much of his time and attention, and there he had found ample field for the practical use and retention of his almost superhuman powers; but naked and unarmed to do battle with the shaggy, bull-necked
beast that now confronted him was a test that the ape-man would scarce have welcomed at any period of his wild existence.
He was heavy- jawed, bull-necked
, and the short, straight hair of the head seemed to her frightened eyes the stiff bristles on a hog's back.
The other, a bull-necked
youth with coarse bloated features, was standing in front of the window with his hands in his pocket, whistling a popular hymn.
This wine-shop keeper was a bull-necked
, martial-looking man of thirty, and he should have been of a hot temperament, for, although it was a bitter day, he wore no coat, but carried one slung over his shoulder.
He was a square-built, strong-made, bull-necked
fellow, of the true English breed; and as Hugh measured him with his eye, he measured Hugh, regarding him meanwhile with a look of bluff disdain.
Scott's biographer Roland Huntford described Evans as "a huge, bull-necked
beefy figure" and a "beery womanizer" so it's bound to be entertaining!
The thought of the bull-necked
Serbian pulling on a red shirt again grew even more attractive when Chris Smalling and Daley Blind endured a torrid time at St James' Park.
But other rivers, like the equally famous Missouri, while shallow, have tremendously strong currents, and without a bull-necked
retriever you haven't got a snowball's chance in hell of fetching a bird on your own.
Indicating that a bass drum, banjoes, tambourines and a flute should be played to accompany the singing of his poem, Lindsay told of bull-necked
convicts, big-voiced lasses, and loons with trumpets; all had been warmly welcomed into heaven by God.
The rage and sadness lifts right off the page: "Did you feel no compassion, you bull-necked
thugs, for his youth and beauty?